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"I dream of you, to wake: would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on; Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone, As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight."	Monna Innominata by Christina Rossetti
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Time for a little role-play, he announced while retrieving from his hemp backpack an old book. The old leather bound book was heavy in his hands. He smiled has he remembered how he had stolen it from the King’s theatre troop.
Quant was a few miles away from the temple of Liam. He could barely see the spire gables over the golden hills. This was a safe enough place, he thought, and opened his book. He read a few lines out loud and his demeanour began to change. His features slowly melted to reveal that of an older man. Lines appeared on his face and his hair now contained a few strands of white. He was, now, a middle aged man. The process was not a painful one but rather a strange one. It felt heavy like wearing a double layer of skin. He rummaged through his bag once more to fetch a musky old grey toga and a cheap bottle of wine. He drank half the bottle in one gulp and poured the rest over the tattered grey toga before putting it on. The priestesses would surely take in a poor old drunk for a few days, he thought and smiled, free food to boot!

Bea was in the kitchen pealing potatoes as her punishment for leaving her lessons early when the bread lady came into the kitchen like a storm.
“There’s, there’s, …” she nearly screamed.
The head chef went over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder to calm her. Bea had always suspected that there was a deeper relationship between the two than just friendship. She would investigate one of these days. Bea loved secrets. Holding onto a secret made her feel in charge of her destiny or at the very least the destiny of those concerned. She might be able to get out of some chores if she knew their secret. Bea smiled. She hated peeling potatoes and love stories were banned at the temple so she would be doing the priestesses a favour no? She asked herself.
“A man outside,” Miss Mersera continued gasping for breath after running through the front gardens, “dead.”
“Is that all, my dear,” he added when Mersera’s brow furred.
“You’ve work here for too long,” she scoffed and shoved him her basket hard into his chest before heading out.
“Wait, I’ll go check it out with you,” spoke the check as he reached out to Mersera to hold her back. “Bea call for a priestess will you,” he ordered before stepping out.
Bea sighed. She was in no mood to see them right now but nonetheless she bowed her head and whispered into her hands before setting the words flying as if she was releasing a bird. The message would reach the priestess in charge of the altar for today. She had never seen a live Luring before and was quite interested although she doubted their let her assist. They had never done so before, she sighed once more as she began anew to peel her hundred potatoes.
Mr. Keoki, the cook, stumbled back into the kitchen. “Aye, you there can you at least stand a little.”
The smell of putrid wine invaded the kitchen, which made Bea pinch her nose.
“False alarm, folks,” said the cook as he tried to sit the man he was holding down on a chair near the door. “He’s just a little drunk, nothing serious.”
A girl giggled. A giggle Bea knew very well. Lady Dalia and Mia had walked into the kitchen.
“Can’t you even tell the difference between a dead man and live one?” Asked Mia in her usual I’m better than you tone.
The knife in Bea’s hand slipped and she cut her finger a little but she didn’t care. Mia was her enemy and she hated her… she needed to find reply with something just has hurtful but what came out of her mouth was a lame “euh.” Mia renewed her laughter. I am so pathetic, thought Bea sucking the end of her index to stop the bleeding. If only I could put her back into her place maybe she’d respect me a bit more but no all I can do is cower like a scared little lamb. Bea looked down at the potatoes on the counter before some had blotches of blood on them. Bea sighed, she’ll have to throw those out and peel some more. She’ll probably receive a few whiplashes too for spoiling food. She wanted to cry but strangely enough no tears came as if she had cried all the tears within her body. I’m all dried out and withered, thought Bea, which made her feel a little better.
Bea was slowly building a thick wall around her heart.
“Ah! Lady Dalia sorry for the disturbance, I told her to call,” spoke the cook taking off his hat and bowing apologetically.
Bea was too engrossed in her thoughts to hear that someone had stood up for her.
“He’s just drunk,” Keori added, “we’ll take care of him here.”
“I see, come Mia,” ordered Lady Dalia, “it’s time for your supplementary lessons.”
Dalia had decided to tone down her plan against Bea. It might have been a little too harsh. After all if Bea became seriously angry she could become dangerous and that would counterproductive.
“What!” Mia opposed humiliated. “Like I need those,” she laughed sticking her nose up trying to make herself look important but Bea was far, far away within the depth of her mind and did not hear.
Dalia noticed Bea’s demeanour and wondered if it was not too late after all as she turned to leave the room.

The man by the door opened an eye and smiled satisfied.